Dead

I want to scream sometimes, because I hate when people refer to a dead person as the late” so and so. I’m sorry to break that bad news, but that person isn’t just late—they’re not even coming!

Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’ Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘... Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.

I’ve often wondered why more science textbooks don’t tell teenagers that the only thing sharks like to eat more than fish, are dead prostitutes.